No
She says
It's too soon
She says
Let's just talk
So,
We talk
And as she speaks
I watch her lips move
They would move so sweetly
On my cock
I think of her tits
Small, sweet
My tongue flicking over her nipples
And her cunt
Tight, soft, wet
Filled with me
Hearing her moans
Her screams
My cock begins to protest
Its subjection to her words
Her generic, harmless words
I could take her
Now
She's half my size
The door is locked
I could take her
Now
Of course
I don't
But I could.
Declan Gunn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/potential/
